Biff knew that Sandy was coming home that very day.
He decided he would give her a few days before calling. There would be a better chance of seeing her after she had settled in at home.
These were difficult days for Biff. He lived in the past more than in the present. Remembering Sandy as she had been when she saw her last, it was difficult to imagine her now.
But Marge's words were still echoing in Biff's head. "Sandy has the sort of ass I've always wanted," Marge had said.
Sandy was a year older than Biff. He had just finished high school, and Sandy had had a year of college already. Would she be interested in him now, he wondered?
When three days passed, Biff called.
He had never been so nervous. Still worrying if Marge knew that he had been jerking off when they talked last, and worrying about whether Sandy would want to see him, Biff almost lost his nerve. But he gathered all his strength and called. Sandy answered. Biff swallowed hard and introduced himself. He could hear his voice shaking, and he had to think about Sandy's ass in order to continue.
"I talked to your mother a few weeks ago," he said. "So I thought I'd call you up."
"I'm glad you did," Sandy said in a sweet voice.
Biff suggested that they get together for a Coke. To his surprise, Sandy agreed.
They were to meet at the hamburger joint on Sandy's corner. Biff rode his bike as fast as he could all the way there. When he arrived, Sandy hadn't shown up yet.
Biff was early. He had been so eager, he got there sooner than he thought he would.
Sipping a Coke, Biff wiggled in his seat. His eyes never left the door.
Several girls came in. A few times, Biff thought he recognized his old playmate. When Sandy did come into the restaurant, Biff didn't know her.
It wasn't that he didn't notice her. There wasn't a boy or man in the world that wouldn't notice her.
If it wasn't her pretty face that attracted them, any man would drool over her big, bouncy tits. And if that didn't do it, her round, wide ass, encased tightly in denim, would.
Biff could even see the dark circles of her nipples through her blouse.
Rut it was only when Sandy slipped into the booth with him that Biff knew who she was.
"Hi, Biff," she said with a broad smile. "You look just the same as always."
Before Biff could say a word, Sandy leaned across the table and kissed him on the cheek. As she did that, Biff noticed her tits hit the table and flatten out on it.
If there had been any chance of his remaining calm, that kiss ruined it. The touch of Sandy's tender lips on his cheek and the smell of her blond hair made him a quivering heap. He could have melted. He felt as though every bone in his body had gone limp. Only his prick had remained firm. And it was from that hard cock that he drew the courage not to run away.
"Gee," Biff gasped. "You, you…"
He couldn't get another word out. With his mouth hanging open and his eyes constantly dropping to view Sandy's huge tits, he was helpless.
He felt like a fool. Why had he ever called her? he wondered. What did he expect to happen?
Sandy laughed. But Biff knew that she wasn't laughing at him. Her laugh was too friendly and happy. In fact, it was the nicest laugh Biff had ever heard. Even if Sandy's tits weren't bouncing with her laughter, Biff would have thrilled at it.
"I know I don't look much like I used to," she said. "Isn't it funny how we change. I can't believe it when I look at old pictures of myself."
Not only was Sandy a beauty, she was a charmer as well. Biff was almost relaxed already.
"Yeah," he agreed. "I don't feel anything like I used to when I was small. I mean, I feel completely different now."
Biff knew that he was talking nonsense. And he was staring at Sandy's tits again. But Sandy laughed again, making Biff feel better.
They talked about the good times they had had together and about the other kids they had played with. Sandy seemed to know what happened to all their old playmates, while Biff had lost touch with them.
Biff couldn't remember having a better time. But he didn't forget about his hopes. Could he and Sandy become playmates again? Now there would be so many new games to play!
"After you called I was looking through some old snapshots of us as kids together," Sandy said. "They're hilarious. Would you like to see them? We could go over to my house if you'd like."
"Sure," Biff said, a bit too eagerly.
Naturally, the first thing Biff thought about was getting the chance to grab Sandy. If no one was home at her house, he promised himself he would do just that.
"Oh, you brought your bicycle," Sandy said as Biff unlocked it.
"Yeah, but I can walk it over to your house," he said.
Biff realized that a college chick like Sandy must think it childish to ride a bicycle. It would be awkward to walk the bike.
"Why don't you ride it mid I'll meet you there?" she said. "I have my car."
"Your car?" Biff asked, surprised.
Did Sandy have her own car? Could he hope to get anywhere with a chick who had her own car while he was still riding a bicycle?
"I know it's silly to drive to the corner," Sandy said. "I've been getting so lazy since my mother bought me that car."
Biff rode his bike down the street toward Sandy's house. When she zoomed past in her car, his heart sank. Not only did she have her own car, but it was a beautiful, new sports job.
Sandy was standing beside, her car in the driveway when Biff rode up. She looked so good, he almost gave up the thought of grabbing her. She was out of his league.
As Biff followed Sandy into her house, he watched her ass swaying back and forth. He shoved his hands into his pockets to hide the bulge of his stiff prick.
There didn't seem to be anyone home. Biff's heart began to pound.
"Here," Sandy said, as she handed Biff a box. He had to pull his hands from his pockets to take the box. And he was sure that Sandy glanced down and noticed his hard-on.
He sat down on the couch with the box on his lap. When he opened it, the first thing he saw was an old black and white photo of him and Sandy.
Sandy had sat down next to him. She was looking at the photo too.
"Isn't it a scream?" she giggled.
It was pretty funny, Biff thought. But he could feel the warmth of Sandy's body beside him. So his mind wasn't on the picture.
"Look, there's more," Sandy said.
She leaned closer and began to search through the pile of pictures. Now her tit was pressed against Biff's arm.
That warm contact between his arm and one of Sandy's tits was too much for the boy. He turned toward Sandy and wrapped his arms around her.
The box of pictures fell from his lap and scattered on the floor. But Biff didn't even notice. All he was aware of was the softness of her tits spread across his chest and the sweetness of her lips under his own.
When Sandy opened her mouth, letting Biff slip his tongue in, his hopes soared. Was this gorgeous girl going to let him fuck her?
They kissed eagerly, hungrily.
Finally, Sandy pulled her head away. But she had her arms around Biff, and she kept her tits pressed to his chest.
"Wow," she giggled. "This is something we never thought of when we were kids."
Biff liked the way Sandy could joke about kissing him. But Biff was too horny, too wild with the need to get fucked, to join in the levity.
He pressed his mouth on Sandy's again. She kissed back with a passion to match his. Biff had never felt so excited – and so hopeful. After all, here was an older chick, a college girl. And Biff had heard all about college girls.
When he was able to think at all, Biff realized that he had his hand on Sandy's back where her bra strap would be if she was wearing one. He moved his hand up and down, but there was no bra strap under her blouse.
Biff's ideas about college girls were proving true. Now, if only she would let him feel her fabulous tits! Biff said a little prayer as he moved his hand around to the front of Sandy's body.
Sandy let her body sink into the couch, moving her tits from Biff's chest. TIwy were lying with his grasp. And his hand was inching closer.
Biff could feel Sandy's chest heaving. She was excited, he knew.
His fingers moved to the slope of her tit. Then, sliding his hand up, he felt her tit filling his hand. It overflowed his grasp as Biff squeezed it.
"Urn-rn-rn-rn-rn-rn," Sandy moaned.
Having her tit in his hand was making Biff's head spin with lust. And when he heard Sandy moan, he thought he was in heaven.
He had never felt anything like Sandy's tit before. Sure, he had grabbed a few tits in his life, but none of them had been like this one. And none of the other girls he had grabbed had ever moaned with animal passion.
Biff drove his tongue deeper into Sandy's mouth as he massaged her tit. He could tell by the way Sandy was holding him that she loved it.
When he had explored her tit thoroughly, he began concentrating on her nipple. Through her light cotton blouse, Biff could feel her nipple. He could feel the stiff bud between his trembling fingers.
"Ow, ow-w-w," Sandy whined. "Not so hard!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Biff gasped.
He eased up on his examination.
"Yeah," Sandy breathed. "Like that. That feels good!"
Sandy squirmed with pleasure as Biff kept handling her tit. Now he was kissing her neck. It was so warm and smooth against his face, Biff could hardly believe it.
Sandy seemed so willing, even eager, that Biff began to hope he would get to stick his prick right into the hot pool of her cunt. But that thought made him so crazed that he tried not to think about it. He would try to take things one step at a time. The next step was to go after Sandy's tits without her blouse in the way.
Biff's pulse raced as he moved his fingers from her tit to one of the buttons on her blouse. If she stopped him now, he didn't know what he would do.
Biff forced his fingers to obey as he slipped one button through its buttonhole. Then he unbuttoned another button. The weight of Sandy's tits spread her blouse as Biff unbuttoned it.
He finally had all but her bottom button unfastened.
Biff was almost afraid to take his mouth from Sandy's. He thought she might tell him to stop if she could talk. But he had to see her tits.
So Biff lifted his face from Sandy's. He looked down at her chest. Her blouse was opened and her tits lay in view. Never had the boy seen such a sight.
Two creamy tits stood within the opened blouse. They were slightly flattened with their own considerable weight, yet they stood proudly.
Sandy's nipples were erect. The center of her nipples were as big as gumdrops and the entire pink disk was the size of a silver dollar. Between her tits lay a tender valley of silken skin.
When Biff had feasted his eyes, he covered one of those gorgeous tits with his hand. Even with his fingers spread, he couldn't completely cover one lovely tit.
Biff realized that Sandy was watching him. He looked up at her face.
She was smiling at him. And in her smile, Biff saw that she was proud of her tits and happy that he was enjoying them. Sandy wasn't coy, as all the other girls he had necked with had been. Sandy was a real woman, Biff thought. And that thought intoxicated him.
Now Biff acted without even thinking. His instincts as a horny young boy took over.
He dropped his face onto Sandy's tits. She caressed his head, running her fingers through his hair.
The incredible softness of her tits on Biff's face was a revelation. Tits had fitted Biff's lustful thoughts for years. Now he knew why – tits were the most wonderful source of warmth and happiness a man can experience.
For several minutes, Biff moved his face over Sandy's tits. He buried his face between them and slid his cheeks across her erect nipples.
Opening his mouth, Biff took one nipple between his teeth. His tongue licked it gently, then more hungrily.
Sandy pulled Biff's face tightly to her tit. Biff could hardly breathe. But he bit down until his teeth were buried in Sandy's tit and her nipple was deep in his mouth.
"Ah-h-h-h-b-h-h-h," Sandy moaned wantonly and held Biff's face even more tightly to her swollen tit.
After munching on one tit, Biff slid his mouth to the other. Then he took the first tit he had sucked into his hand. It felt different now that it was wet with his saliva.
"Oh, Biff," Sandy moaned. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h."
Biff had never heard a girl moan like that. He hoped it meant that she was as hot as he was. Biff couldn't help worrying that she would stop him. After all, every other chick he had necked with had stopped him before he had gotten even this far.
But Sandy wasn't stopping him. In fact, she was beginning to wiggle in his embrace in a delirium of passion.
There was still more territory to conquer before Biff could fuck-her. Now that he was feasting on her tits, her pussy began to beckon from within her jeans.
Still sucking one of her luscious tits, Biff lowered a hand to a warm thigh. As he gave Sandy's thigh a squeeze, he felt her body shiver.
Biff's hand went right to the inside of Sandy's thigh. The denim of her jeans was warm with the heat of her body. And as Biff moved his hand higher, he thought the denim was damp as well.
Just having his hand near her cunt was exciting. And when Sandy spread her thighs, Biff took that as an invitation to her most intimate region.
Running his fingertips over her crotch, Biff was thrilled by the feeling of her pussy mound beneath her jeans. He thought he could actually feel her pubic hair pressed between her cunt and her tight jeans.
But there was no way he could explore her cunt the way he longed to as long as she had her pants on. Jeans could be like armor, luff realized. He wished girls still wore skins. But he wasn't going to let this denim barrier stop him.
His fingers crawled to the button at the waistband of the jeans. It didn't take long for him to pop it open. Pulling down her zipper was easy enough; Sandy seemed willing to let him explore.
Biff had to rise a bit to get his hand into Sandy's opened pants. So he lifted his face from her tits and kissed her mouth again. He was thrilled and surprised by the way Sandy bit his lips with her sharp teeth.
Sandy sank down lower cm the couch. She was almost lying down now.
Biff slid his fingers down tier belly and under the top of her bikini panties. Just under the elastic waistband, he met her tangled pubic hair.
This was almost too much for Biff to stand. He wanted to pull her pants off her, and his own as well. But he couldn't act like a madman. He had to keep his head, even though his fingers were about an inch from the entrance to Sandy's body.
When Biff tried to reach that hidden crevice, though, he found that the crotch of her jeans was hugging her cunt too tightly for him to get his hand down there.
But he couldn't keep himself from trying. He began shaving his hand into the tight area of Sandy's cunt.
"Ow-w-w-w," Sandy cried. "Wait, wait."
Again, Biff felt like a fool. Here he was with this cool chick who was letting him have all he wanted, and he was acting like a horny, inexperienced kid. And when he remembered that's, what he was, he felt even more foolish.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Biff prayed that his clumsy groping wouldn't turn off this terrific chick.
He was looking down at Sandy's heavenly tits again. But what he saw her doing now made him forget all about her tits.
Grabbing her jeans, Sandy lifted her ass from the couch and pulled them down. Along with her jeans went her underpants. As she slipped her jeans down her thighs, though, her underpants remained caught around her wide hips.
Biff's eyes bulged. The top of Sandy's underpants crossed her cunt at an angle. Half of her pubic patch was exposed to the boy's hungry eyes.
Sandy kicked her jeans from her feet. Biff took his eyes from her cunt just long enough to appreciate her long, slender legs. Every inch of this chick's body was gorgeous. Then Biff's eyes were back at her cunt.
Sandy sat still with her underpants half covering her pussy while she watched Biff. He could feel her eyes on him. But he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't lift his gaze from her cunt, nor could he pull her underpants down the rest of the way. He was frozen with lust.
Finally, though, Biff lifted a shaking hand. He grabbed her underpants and pulled them down. Again Sandy lifted her ass.
At last, her cunt lay before him naked and waiting.
Biff reached for her hairy pussy. His fingers moved through the soft curls of her bush. When the tip of his middle finger found the top of her cunt, Sandy spread her thighs.
But her legs wouldn't open. Biff had left her underpants around her knees. Now they were preventing her from spreading her legs enough for him to teach her cunt.
"I think I'd better get rid of these," Sandy said as she leaned forward and slipped her underpants down her legs.
Biff felt so dumb. It was obvious that Sandy had been in this position before. He couldn't believe how calm she was.
Now Sandy was almost naked. But she still had her blouse on, fastened by the lowest button. After she dropped her underpants to the floor, though, she unbuttoned that last button of her blouse and took it off.
"There, is that better?" she asked Biff.
He nodded, too dumbfounded with passion to speak. Here was a beautiful woman sitting right beside him, and she was completely naked.
Once again Biff threw his arms around Sandy. And she hugged him. Having her naked body against his was unbelievably exciting. Biff wanted to get undressed too, so he could have her nakedness pressed to his own bare body. But he couldn't wait to caress her cunt, either.
Now when he put his hand between her legs, Sandy could spread her less wide. Her opened pussy was waiting for him. Biff kissed Sandy deeply as his fingers explored her cunt. This was new to him, although he had dreamed of it for years.
Feeling her wet cunt lips with his fingers, Biff gasped through his nose with wild lust. Sandy was breathing hard through her nose as their tongues played together.
Biff began dipping a finger into the tender envelope of Sandy's cunt. And as he did, she began to squirm in his embrace.
He found the deep channel that would accept his prick. The lining of that chamber was so soft and wet that Biff knew it could hold his cock with the most velvety grip imaginable.
With one leg draped over one of Biff's knees, Sandy spread her legs even further. Her cunt seemed as eager for Biff's finger as his finger was for her cunt.
"O-o-o-o-o," she hummed.
Biff lifted his face from hers again. He looked down at her crotch. From his vantage point, all he could see was her hair, but he could see that his fingers had disappeared into Sandy's body.
Now Biff saw Sandy in her animal wantonness. With his middle finger inserted up her pussy, she was moving her body from side to side. Her big tits were swaying, and on her face was a beautiful expression of bliss.
Biff still wished he were naked too. But he wasn't willing to take his finger from Sandy's cunt. So he couldn't get undressed.
As he stirred his finger around in Sandy's pussy, examining the wonderful interior of her cunt, she reached over and put her hand on his thigh.
Even with his finger in Sandy's cunt, a simple thing like her hand on his thigh made Biff even more excited. But when she slid her hand to his crotch, Biff's body jerked with excitement.
The kids still had their mouths glued together, tasting each other's tongues. And Biff was going wild with his explorations fl the slippery folds of Sandy's cunt. When her lingers began to move along his bulging cock, though, Biff almost forgot everything else.
Even though Sandy was feeling his prick through his jeans, her touch made the boy insane with passion.
"A-a-a-a-a-a," he hummed into Sandy's mouth. Sandy's fingers pressed into the fat head of Biff's prick. Then she slid her fingers down his thick cockshaft to where his balls lay, squeezed in his pants.
Biff had to release his cock from his pants. If it felt so wonderful to have Sandy's fingers on his prick through his jeans, it would be a hundred times as exciting to have her holding onto his naked bone.
So with his free hand, Biff reached for his belt buckle. He was still unwilling, or unable, to take his finger from Sandy's cunt. So he wound up with his arms crossed in front of him as he struggled with his belt.
By this time, Sandy was moving back and forth as though she were ona rocking chair. And strange cries were coming from her throat.
"Huh-h-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h," she was moaning.
The sounds coming from the chick reminded Biff of the sounds her mother had made when he stumbled upon her jerking off so many years before. Did all girls make such sounds, Biff wondered? Or was it only this lustful mother and daughter who made suck-strange sounds?
"Take your pants off," Sandy gasped suddenly as she pulled her face from Biff's.
Now Biff did pull his finger from Sandy's cunt. This was it, Biff realized in his spinning brain. He was finally going to get fucked!
He sat up. With both hands, he was able to get his belt unbuckled and his zipper down. Then he stood and began lowering his pants.
"Hurry," Sandy breathed, with a heave, of her chest.
The sight of her, naked and panting, made Biff move as fast as he could as he pulled down his pants.
He could now see the pink opening between Sandy's thighs. The thought that he was going to stick his prick into that hot pussy made his heart skip a beat.
Biff's cock sprang from his body as it was released from his pants. And the way Sandy's eyes widened as she saw it wasn't missed by the boy, even though he was staring at her spread pussy.
As Biff stepped out of his pants and underpants, he experienced a profound thrill at having his cock exposed to Sandy's hungry gaze. He could feel her gaze on his prick, and it felt warm and exciting.
When he was naked, Biff dropped down onto the couch beside the naked girl. His prick pressed into the side of her thigh as he took her into his arms again. He wished he had taken off his shirt so he could feel her bare tits against his chest. But she had laid him to take off his pains; she hadn't mentioned his shirt.
Sandy's smooth skin in contact with his hard, throbbing prick almost was enough to make Biff come. He hoped he wouldn't have to wait much longer.
Suddenly Sandy pushed Biff away from her. Then she lay back and lifted her legs up on the couch. With her legs spread and her knees bent slightly, Biff recognized her invitation. She was handing herself to him an a silver platter!
Once again Biff could see the pink lips of her cunt. He was getting into fucking position instinctively. It was a good thing his instincts were working, because his mind was a confused storm of excitement.
"Come on," Sandy gasped.
Stretching his body over hers, Biff brought his prick to her cunt. He could feel her curly pubic hair tickling his prick.
Then the warmth of her wet cunt lips touched Biff's cock. But the thrill of that touch made his cock twitch so violently that he missed the entrance of her pussy with his first lunge.
Biff lunged again. But now Sandy was pushing him up with her hands. Her legs were closing and wiggling under his.
"Biff, wait!" she was gasping. "Quick!"
Suddenly, he was falling to the floor. His cock, after a quick taste of Sandy's cunt, was now throbbing in empty space.
Sandy was getting up from the couch. The expression of lust had gone from her face. Now she looked panicked.
"My mother's home," she whispered frantically as she reached for her underpants.
Now Biff heard it too. A car had driven into the driveway. The engine switched off.
Now Biff was in a panic too. He could just imagine Marge walking in while he sat there on the floor with his hard prick wagging. He scrambled for his pants.
Even in his panic, though, Biff watched Sandy's tits swaying as she pulled on her underpants, then her jeans.
But when Biff heard the car door slam, he even forgot about Sandy's tits. He was trying to button up his jeans.
Now the back door opened and closed. Footsteps were heard in the kitchen. And Sandy was only beginning to button up her blouse. Her hair looked like an explosion.
"Hi, Mom," Sandy called.
Biff was amazed how calm she managed to sound, although there was a slight tremor in her voice.
Marge walked into the room. Biff had tucked his shirt into his pants. He thought he looked normal. But he was shaking from his toes to his fingertips.
"Well, could this be Biff?" Marge said when she saw the boy. "You look all grown up."
Biff said hello and smiled as well as he could. The sight of Marge was a shock. He hadn't remembered how beautiful she was. No wonder Sandy had turned out so beautiful. And Biff saw where Sandy had inherited her big tits.
Marge came over to Biff and hugged him. Then she kissed him on the cheek.
After being stopped at the paint of sticking his cock into Sandy's cunt, Biff's senses were short-circuited. But he didn't fail to notice how Marge's tits felt on his chest.
"We were looking at some old pictures," Sandy said when Marge saw the old photos spilled all over the floor where they had fallen when Biff grabbed Sandy.
Marge and Biff looked at the girl.
Biff knew the jig was up as soon as he laid eyes on her. Not only was her hair a mess, but she had buttoned up her blouse wrong. One side hung too low, and the other was sticking up beside Sandy's face. She had no shoes on, and neither had Biff.
Marge looked from one kid to the other. Biff and Sandy exchanged glances too.
"Looking at old pictures, huh?" Marge said. "It must have been pretty exciting, by the looks of things."
"Well, I'd better get going," Biff said suddenly, stepping into his shoes. "Actually, I'm late already."
He began walking quickly to the front door.
"It was really great seeing you both," he said just as he disappeared through the door.
He grabbed his bike, jumped on and began pedaling as fast as he could. Biff didn't know what to think. His excitement, disappointment and embarrassment rolled around in his head.
By the time Biff was in his own room again, he had calmed down enough for his horniness to return.
With his prick in his hand, he thought about Sandy and her naked body. He knew how close he had come to getting fucked. But even though he hadn't quite made it, he had had a pretty good time.
As he brought himself to a powerful climax, he concentrated on how the inside of Sandy's cunt had felt. And he tried to imagine how it would have felt if he had gotten his prick into that tight cave.
After jerking off, Biff could relax a bit. Now, when he remembered how Sandy had looked with her blouse buttoned up wrong and her hair flying in every direction, he also remembered the expression on her face. It hac been an expression of forced innocence, and it had been very funny.
Only now, though, could he appreciate it. Now thai his lust had been satisfied temporarily and his embarrassment at being caught had diminished, Biff began chuckling to himself. He wished he could have a picture of Sandy as she had looked at that moment.
More than anything else, Biff was waiting for another chance to be alone with Sandy. And he would make sure no one would interrupt.